kiss me!
full on the lips.
because it's that
kind of day.
_______________________
mirrors for your vanity
and a window for the exhibition
of your better sides. oh the
things you prefer to keep
behind glass. you wish
your life a museum of
artifacts. little do you know,
it's become a mausoleum
for all the things that
were called great in you.
________________________
not a word. neither here nor there.
come as you please
but please, never leave.
this is not the time for conversation,
or sleeping under trees. in my dreams
we're holding hands, but my eyes
see things different in the dark.
________________________
there are no excuses here.
but i know now that i'll never know
why, or how the stars dance
behind your head while you
look down at me from
a branch, high up our
favourite climbing tree.
________________________
who needs
love when we've
got internet
communication
and electronic
reciprocation.
2 comments:
mirrors for your vanity
no - not for vanity but for validation...I am still here - in the mirror - yes - there I am -still here
and a window for the exhibition
of your better sides.
turning - turning to find a better side - all sides hiding from the barbs of mothers - is that what you plan to wear...you used to be... I remember when you were...why can't you.. why don't you try...mirrors for better sides - one better side - any side - that looks better than
the side you think you see
oh the
things you prefer to keep
behind glass.
me - that is me - safe - behind glass - untouchable - inviolate - safe in dreams ... behind glass..
you wish
your life a museum of
artifacts.
artifacts of my life - precious to me - things gone - but echoing still - each relic - relished
little do you know,
it's become a mausoleum
for all the things that
were called great in you.
you built that mausoleum - you walled me up - safe, inviolate, untouched, untouchable, unparalleled - you wrote my epitaph while I still breathed...
Are these your words? Because I really liked them, they would make amazing lyrics.
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